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late, as a waiter,

I ran up and down,

With bottles, glasses, claret,

rum, and brandy—O!

But now an officer I’m grown,

I’ll have servants of my own,

And be among the Ladies

quite the Dandy-O.

My cravat does stick out

like to a pigeon’s breast,

My hat so smart, my sword

so long, so handy—O.

Like a sheep’s tail at each ear,

my hair’s completely drest,

And my military cue

you see’s the Dandy—0.

As my legs are not quite straight,

I’ll disguise them in boots,

Then who can tell that I’m

for very bandy—O;

And thus this failing is hid

in many raw recruits,

So their legs they all appear

to be the Dandy—O.